John rushed forward, catching Strange in his arms just before he hit the sand. “It’s going to be alright,” he yelled, while he worked to stem the blood that pumped from an artery in Strange’s arm. “You would have to puncture an artery, wouldn’t you?”
Strange smiled. “Sorry, I’m an asshole as well as a pain in the ass.” Then he closed his eyes.
“No, no, no, stay with me Stephen,” John commanded while he finished tying up the tourniquet that kept Strange from bleeding out. God, he looks so pale, shit.
Strange shivered then smiled again. “Take us home, John.”
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